Yesterday our bar review class met at the convention center, since that's where our exam will be. We had a short lecture with "tips" about what to do from here on out and then we were given 2 sample essays to complete.

I wasn't prepared for the essays, and knew it, but I dutifully scribbled some things and then waited around for the wrap-up and the sample answers they distributed. I'm glad I attended, though, for these reasons:

-I learned that we will be sharing skinny, narrow, wobbly tables with another person. I'll be able to feel it every time my seat mate underlines, crosses something out, turns the page, or bangs the table with his foot. I can't do much with this information, but it's nice to know it now instead of freaking out the morning of the exam.

-The bar examiners will likely NOT let me take any tissues into the exam. That's right, I'm going to be a sniffer. I'm sorry in advance; it's not my fault. I'll take some Claritin - but I'll be damned if I'm gonna zonk myself out on antihistamines so as not to inconvenience those around me. Rumor has it the registration table will have a box of tissues. But I'm also not going to leave the exam every 10 minutes to blow my nose.

-Finally, being the 1st person to get up and leave the room during the essay portion was amusing. I was done, with nothing else to say, and started looking around the room. I saw one other woman doing the same and tried to send her a message telepathically: "that's right sister, we have no idea what else to write and we'd be better off waiting somewhere else; let's blow this joint." She must've received my message as she left about 15 seconds after I did. I'm sure half the room realized I couldn't answer the questions properly and the other half thought I'd completed the task in 1/6 the time in which we had to do it. Ha. Psych your mind.